Practitioners are also good at fighting skills. Practitioners who often travel outside will always carry some weapons and cultivate them into magic weapons for self-defense. Zeng Yishu of Yama Luomen is no exception. His favorite magic weapon is
The ghost-headed sword with nine steel rings on the back.
This is a fourth-grade human weapon. It is already a rare magic weapon. Because this ghost-headed sword has one thing, it can suck the flesh and blood of the person after cutting it into the body, and it will continue to suck the opponent into a terrifying state.
of mummy.
It was also because of this ghost-headed sword that Zeng Yishu was able to practice so quickly. He started training later than Zhou De, but he was one level higher than Zhou De.
Now, Qin Chao made him very angry, and the resentment in his heart kept burning. So he pulled out the ghost-headed sword, hoping to suck out Qin Chao's flesh and blood and end his resentment.
"Hehe, if you can die under my ghost head sword, your life will not be in vain!"
Zeng Yishu smiled sinisterly and waved the ghost-headed sword in his hand. The blade whistled in the air, and the nine iron rings on the back of the sword also clanked.
"I'm just playing with you, I really think of myself as a person." Qin Chao curled his lips and couldn't help but say.
"Wow!" Zeng Yishu was so angry at Qin Chao that he felt his throat was sweet and seemed to spit out a mouthful of blood. He immediately relied on the blood and rushed forward angrily. At the same time, the ghost in his hand
The head knife also hit Qin Chao's neck and slashed out viciously.
"Dang!" There was a crisp sound. Qin Chao sat there with a smile on his face, motionless, letting the opponent's ghost-headed knife fall on his neck.
But Zeng Yishu was shocked. He felt as if his knife had been struck on an iron plate. The blade of the knife kept shaking, and he felt a tearing pain in the tiger's mouth. He almost dropped the Ghost Head Knife.
"Damn, what the hell!" This guy actually yelled, retracting the Ghost Head Saber, and the muscles on his arm swelled twice more, making it look as if the flesh and blood were about to explode, making him look very ferocious and terrifying.
He roared loudly, used all his strength, and struck Qin Chao's neck again, slashing it hard.
"Hoo!" The wind sounded, as if the air had been torn open by Zeng Yishu's knife.
"Dang!" There was still a crisp sound, Zeng Yishu's hands went numb, and the ghost-headed knife came out of his hand, flew into the air with a whirring sound, and inserted the knife into the ceiling above his head.
But he himself was so shocked that he took several steps back, his hands were trembling, and he didn't listen to his orders for a long time.
"Could it be that you have practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt!" Zeng Yishu asked again naturally, with a bit of panic in his voice.
"Actually..." Qin Chao looked at Zeng Yishu pitifully, and suddenly said mysteriously, "Actually, I am... Gourd Little King Kong!"
"Damn it!" Zeng Yishu was listening very seriously just now. He really thought that this guy was a master of both domestic and foreign martial arts. Unexpectedly, after hearing it at the end, he was still kidding himself.
"Huang-kou kid, I'm going to tear you apart!" Zeng Yi, a book monster, shouted and took two steps forward. The ground shook with a loud roar. He stretched out his hands and put them on Qin Chao's shoulders.
His face was ferocious, the muscles on his arms swelled, and his blood vessels were twisted like earthworms.
"Ha!" Zeng Yishu's face turned red from holding back, and he used all his strength to grab Qin Chao's arms, trying to tear this guy in half.
Qin Chao sat there, still humming a little tune.
"I want you to accompany me and watch the turtle swim in the water. Sit gently on the beach and pop your anus... Don't be afraid, you won't have anal leakage, I will gently take you and enjoy it
, I promise to be gentle..."
Zeng Yishu's nose was almost crooked with anger, and the muscles in his hands made creaking sounds, but Qin Chao sat there relaxedly, remaining motionless no matter how strong he was.
He felt like he was pulling on a hard rock. He couldn't even squeeze it, let alone tear it apart!
"Hey, muscular man, have you touched enough?" Qin Chao suddenly grinned, "If you only have this little strength, I won't have the patience to play with you."
Qin Chao was very happy, this Diamond Sutra was awesome. In the past, even the demon spirits in the Qi refining stage would definitely have a fierce fight with this guy.
But after practicing the Diamond Sutra, I feel like I have turned on a cheating device and become invincible. No matter how the opponent attacks, I can't do anything to him.
It seems that if you encounter that vampire again, you don't have to worry anymore. Although the vampire is as fast as a ghost, as long as you stand here and wait for the opponent to show up and attack you, defend and counterattack, and kill him with one more blow.
You can kill the enemy.
Thinking of this, Qin Chao was determined and allowed Zeng Yishu to mess with him as he pleased.
"Wow!" Zeng Yishu had never experienced such a humiliation since his debut. He stopped tearing Qin Chao, and simply lifted him into the air with all his strength, held him above his head, spun him around a few times, and wanted to
Smash it to the ground.
But Qin Chao stretched out his hand and grabbed his head.
He held his arms straight, supporting himself hard and preventing Zeng Yishu from throwing himself to the ground.
Zeng Yishu was almost overwhelmed by his own strength, and was suddenly shocked.
"Bang!" Qin Chao turned over and kicked Zeng Yishu in the chest.
"Deng Deng Deng!" Zeng Yishu took four or five steps back, and finally bumped into the shelf behind him. Some vases and other things placed on the shelf all fell down, and flowers bloomed on him.
"You broke these all!" Qin Chao fell to the ground and saw this scene and said quickly, "You must remember to pay compensation!"
"Compensate you Ma Le Gobi!" Zeng Yishu was so angry that he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of black and smelly blood. Qin Chao's kick just now was not light. In addition, he was already a ghost.
Having been possessed for so long, the ghost has also received a lot of damage.
He immediately took out a small black porcelain bottle from his trouser pocket, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.
After swallowing a pill, his ridiculously pale face immediately gained a little more color.
Qin Chao's eyes lit up. He had eaten something, and his injuries seemed to have healed a lot...could this be the legendary red potion, a necessary medicine for upgrading and killing monsters?
Of course, it's just a metaphor. Qin Chao knew in his heart that this should be the medicine refined by the cultivation world to restore his vitality.
Cultivation cultivates the vitality in the human body. Fighting in the world of cultivation also relies on the vitality in the human body. If the vitality is seriously injured, it will take a long time to recover through self-cultivation alone.
Relying on food to replenish your energy is a bit too troublesome. Therefore, there is this convenient medicine. Just one small pill can instantly replenish a lot of energy.
The people of Yamalumen practice ghost cultivation, which in itself damages their vitality. Therefore, they have a unique elixir recipe that they can refine to replenish their lost vitality.
Qin Chao saw Zeng Yishu stuffing the small bottle back into his trouser pocket and immediately thought about it. It seemed a bit of a waste to give such a good thing to this guy who is neither a human nor a ghost.
Adhering to the great traditional virtues of the motherland, I also want to take this thing back, right?
Qin Chao chuckled twice, which made Zeng Yishu, who had just taken a breath, feel a little frightened.
"Who are you?" Zeng Yishu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask.
"Me? I'm just an ordinary bodyguard." After saying that, Qin Chao looked at the eldest young master of the Zhong family who was dumbfounded next to him with a half-smile.
"Master Zhong, do you think so?"
"Kill him!" Zhong Liangguo immediately understood that this guy would become a big problem for him in the future. He was completely tempted to kill and shouted to Zeng Yishu, "Kill him and I will give you another million!"
"What a big deal!" Qin Chao was also shocked, "So much money! Otherwise, I will beat myself to death. How about you give me five hundred thousand?"
"Jie Jie..." Zeng Yishu laughed sinisterly, "No matter who you are, you are dead..."
After saying that, he took out another ball of blue flame and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Holy shit, you still eat?" Qin Chao was shocked when he saw Zeng Yishu wailing, and the muscles on his body swelled again, becoming two or three times thicker than ordinary people.
At the same time, his height has grown a lot, approaching three meters in an instant. If he raised his hand, he could probably touch the ceiling.
A pair of his trousers had now turned into shorts. Qin Chao stared at Zeng Yishu's long legs and thought evilly. His whole body was growing, and he didn't know if that area would follow suit.
But for such a big guy, it would be a bit tragic to end up with impotence...
"Jie Jie!" Zeng Yishu's eyes were red and he laughed strangely. Like a little giant, he stretched out a pair of giant hands and grabbed Qin Chao.
Possessed by double ghosts, his strength also increased exponentially. Zeng Yishu felt that he would definitely be able to tear the Qin Dynasty in half this time.
"Sister, here's my brother!" Qin Chao didn't want to be a test subject, so he took two or three steps back and avoided Zeng Yishu's outstretched hands.
At the same time, he raised his right hand, and the ghost-headed knife inserted in the ceiling immediately shook twice, and with a "Canglang!" sound, it popped out of the ceiling and fell into his hand.
"Give me back my sword!" Zeng Yishu roared angrily. Seeing that Qin Chao had taken away his beloved sword, he became even more angry. He pulled out his legs and chased Qin Chao with a roar.
"Go!" Qin Chao threw up the Ghost Head Sword, and at the same time waved his left hand, pointing at Zeng Yishu who was running towards him.
The ghost-headed sword immediately flew out with a whoosh, as if on stimulants, and immediately inserted into Zeng Yishu's arm.
"Ah!" Even if he is possessed by a ghost, the feeling of being stabbed by a ghost head knife is quite uncomfortable.
The flesh and blood in the body was stirred up, and the Ghost Head Sword was like a greedy tiger, devouring itself bite by bite.
Zeng Yishu was sweating profusely, and his soul was shaking with pain. He reacted quickly, frowned, stretched out his other hand, tore off his injured arm, and threw it to the ground.
When the arm fell to the ground, it had become extremely dry, like a broken branch.
Zeng Yishu wailed, forcibly controlling the energy and blood in his body to prevent it from flowing out from the broken arm. At the same time, he took out his small black porcelain bottle and prepared to take a pill.